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My eyes. Being able to see the emotions of my loved ones make me grateful because it allows me to connect with them. It also also informs me.
I find hearing particularly stills me: at the moment a wood pigeon, gulls and the ticking of a clock. When that stillness arises then appreciation and gratitude can enter.
I walked my dog with a friend this morning – cold and crisp, awake and air smelled fresh. Sunny and clear, saw the sea, and the fields. Watched a starling trying to steal somebody’s breakfast, it’s incredible vocal gymnastics were amazing – I kissed my dogs head and smelt his lovely head – we walked for an hour and a half, it was beautiful and we are lucky
It has been a memorable summer here. Flooding that has been the worst in living memory. Some areas have been flooded three times in about 6 weeks, making the clean-up all the more heartbreaking. The forecast is for a possible late season cyclone in the next week or two as well. I guess if anyone needs evidence of climate change … But what I see in this part of the world, notwithstanding the severe weather, I am still grateful. I guess if it wasn’t for the so called bad stuff, then we would not truly appreciate the good.
My eyes see the sun shining, my ears hear the birds singing, I can feel the heat of the sun on my face and can smell dog poop on the lawns 😉😁. Seriously, the arrival of spring brings a lilt to my walk. A smile to my face and appreciation of what is here and what is coming! Bbqs!
embrace the white light
Had to come back and share a beautiful poem by adrienne maree brown that celebrates what our senses bring us in the spring that the northern hemisphere is now entering. She writes a column for Yes! magazine (published from Bainbridge Island, WA, so it feels like my “home” magazine since I live in Olympia and previously lived in Seattle, near Bainbridge). Full of positive journalism and well worth the read.
Murmurations: A Spell for the Spring Equinox
Let us remind the world
How many shades of green there are
How, together, we look like life itself
How tender the dirt gets in spring
Let us burst open, one multitudinous bud
Unfurled by that internal pressure of petal
Ripe, yes, and soft
You will learn to inhale us
Let us punch up from the earth, a lava
Bright and abundant dreams of tomorrow
Flowing molten and free
Turning ignorance to ash
Let us act like we got some roots
Know that we are held deeply
Even as we dance towards the golden breast of the sun
life delectable again
Let us remind ourselves
That life moves ever towards life
This is the season of our nectar
Beloveds this is the season worth the sting.
Thank you for sharing that poem, Barb C. It’s beautiful.
My senses, particularly my “good sense”, invite me to see clearly and promote all that is right and good in the world.
In the moments when I take the time to be still and take in all that surrounds me…in the morning especially I am grateful for the sunset I see, the fresh air I breath, the birds I hear and feeling each step along the path that helps me to start my day.
I am drawn to the image paired with the word of the day, of the two hands holding the very young chick. It takes me to a place of wonder and gratefulness for many things …
Today I will do my best to remember to experience the moments in and through my senses – the felt sense of the ground as I walk, the sounds of many birds, water, waves, the furnace … the cherry blossoms and orchestra of Spring flowers everywhere, the taste and smell of the tea, coffee, food we are fortunate to have to nourish us…
Thank you so much for this essential question and reminder, and for each of the thoughtful reflections …
My eyes delight in the view of the sky and the plants on my balcony as I sit here. That’s always the big one.
My senses bring me things for which to be grateful if I pay attention, like the bird calls coming from all around our house this morning, the sunshine on the green trees, the warmth of my cat curled up on my legs. It requires more attention to recognize that I’m grateful for my senses themselves. I’m especially grateful for my eyesight. I wore glasses from the time I was 5 with extreme nearsightedness, had a radial keratotomy that only worked for a short time and gave me astigmatism as a side effect, then about 3 years ago had cataract surgery and remember what it was like to have the world getting dimmer and grayer. The cataract surgery gave me 20/40–good enough to function without correction, which was amazing in and of itself–and with glasses I’m 20/20.
I’ll add another sense people don’t always think of: balance. I get occasional vertigo attacks and have a friend who’s currently in her 4th week of suffering from them. Being oriented to the world around you and having a secure sense of which way is up is something to be grateful for!
I have been told that I have a very strong sense of hearing. As a musician for many years, that has been a true gift in playing in bands and orchestras, and singing along with others. While my hands are unable to play music anymore, I am grateful that my hearing is still quite strong. I love hearing all the little (and sometimes large) sounds outdoors, from the birds and in the woods. I listen to recorded music every day … good for the soul – and can pop out with lyrics quite unexpectedly, based on something said by another. I also enjoy walking in the woods and all the various scents which change with the seasons and the types of trees, and the particular scents of the beach.
The world of my senses opened to me this morning as I was present to them.
I remembered Helen Keller’s autobiography because it has been in my thoughts,. Now it took me to my breakfast. I could chew my food and swallow. I could smell, see and touch, and that took me to how and where the food was grown and where and who was involved.
These moments were profound.
It’s my interpretation of information that my senses give me. I’m attempting to choose gratitude. This has not been my habit. This choice is helping me live a more balanced life. There is darkness and light.
Dear Charly. Every day I am eager to reed what you have written. I like your down to earth, honest and practical view of life and yourself. After reeding your comments I feel good. It really is inviting to be grateful. Thank you
I immediately thought of a Bible verse: Matthew 13:15.
“For the hearts of this people have grown dull.
Their ears are hard of hearing,
And their eyes they have closed,
Lest they should see with their eyes and hear with their ears,
Lest they should understand with their hearts and turn,
So that I ]should heal them.”
The sun is shining in NE Kansas this morning. It’s heat and light a reminder that Spring will arrive soon. Several chances of April showers are predicted in the coming week’s weather forecast. Showers, like tears, can be cleansing and nourishing. As my Mom used to say, quoting a popular song, “Though April showers may come your way. They bring the flowers that bloom in May.” The cycle of the seasons is my teacher and reminds me to always be willing to feel and heal. Sometimes it’s hard to be grateful for the world around me but Nature teaches me the importance of nurturing everyone and everything that crosses my path. Today’s quote on gratefulness.org says it well:
“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.” Leo Buscaglia
Last night I participated with my son in a 5K run that benefits both my Tissue Bank as well as an Eye bank. My senses saw many generous people out enjoying a nice night. There was a moment I thought, it’s odd to be having a nice time while others are dealing with bombs in their country and many deaths. I am grateful to be an American. My thoughts are still with Ukraine.
Why not also sending bombs. Heavy bombs of hope, love, light,joy and peace. Don‘t allow Putins bombs to explode in your mind. Be happy and use this power coming out of happiness to heal the athmosphere . With love, Hermann
Thank you Hermann:)
. . . in the way my senses bring me pleasure . . .
that pleasure makes me grateful,
but there are many more ways to be grateful as well.
We can learn to find gratitude in difficult times too,
and perhaps that way is more powerful,
because we have to stretch to find it.
This is poetry. Thank you.
Thank you Sparrow this was special to me.
Our senses are the only way we can experience the world. But it’s taking a moment to notice what those five physical senses offer that sparks gratefulness.
At this time of year I notice the many shades of green as trees and shrubs begin to unfurl. Birdsong fills the air. The air is beginning to feel soft on my skin after winter’s sting, and it often carries the scent of freshly cut grass. The warmer temps also bring a change in foods. Local strawberries and blackberries will be available soon. Their warm sweetness tastes like a drop of sunlight.
Beautiful…your words have peaked my senses!
Seeing . hearing, (kindness, inclusion, care, generosity, anything I perceive as beautiful); tasting ( and satisfying wants and needs); smelling ( food safety, delights, something is burning lol) , touch, and thoughts/emotions/imaginings– being pleased with whatever I’m experiencing–hmm– maybe I’m only grateful for my capacity to sense including feeling the safety and freedom of having needs met secure housing, food security, transportation, etc. If I spend enough time at any one point of appreciation, this may expand to appreciation of whoever made this experience available.
Our senses connect us with the gifts of our world. We only need to open up to find them. At this moment I hear a sparrow (Mr. Hopeful, probably) on the roof singing his territory, as he does ever morning. My ears are reminding me of the gifts of nature, beauty, spring, and life.
As I sip my tea, it is my senses that makes me realize the gift. If I drink it absentmindedly, I don’t taste it. But if I use my senses to feel the warmth of the cup, to smell and taste the tea, then in that presence I become aware of the gift of tea, of having something to drink, of the ritual of drinking tea in the morning, and of a new day before me.
My senses are instruments, constantly providing data about my surroundings. It is feedback. The interpretation of that data is a matter of cognition. I experience gratitude as a posture, a position I take. A stand. Fundamental in a knowing that no matter what the feedback I am better off alive than not. When I sense pleasure it is an easy position to take, life is good, the world is so obviously filled with beauty in those moments. When I sense darkness and threat, pain, fear, that is when, like a drowning man I cling to gratitude like a life ring. So the invitation is really remembering that I want to live, am ultimately grateful to be here, and so summon the will to hold fast.
Howie, thank you for these words. You perfectly described my experience too. The life ring metaphor is something I think of often. With this gratitude practice, I now feel like I have several life rings helping me stay afloat. 🙏
I’m grateful for all my senses. My eyes allow me to see the wonder in the world of colors and life flowing.
My green tea this morning….I savor the taste and the warmth of the mug in my hands. I set up the essential oil diffuser with orange and eucalyptus for brightness and breathing assistance, so the smell is invigorating for beginning my day. Taking our old dog out in the dark, I hear the crunch of snow under my feet (yes, we still have snow). I see the trails where the deer have been. For all these things, I am grateful.
I Enjoyed today’s Word For The Day very much by Leo Buscaglia! His every-day philosophy, practice, and love of people around him, as demonstrated in his writing and appearances, helped to guide and fortify my own professional practice early in my career.
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.” – Leo Buscaglia
When I read the Word For The Day I actually thought, Hey, I do NOT underestimate all those things. I’m very aware that small acts of caring/kindness do indeed have power:)
As Quakers say among one another, “you speak my mind, friend.“ thanks Michele.
There are things which I like, and I know that I like them. For these things my heart is big enough to be grateful. Like friends, relatives, teachers, nature, finearts, music and so on. Then there are things I like but I am not aware of it. Like having a home, job, light, right temperature… for these things my heart is big enough, once I realize that I like these things. Then there are things which I think that I don‘t like. But they are a necessity . In this case my intellect is needed to teach my heart to open more widely. Then most things, persons, situations in my life invite me to be grateful . But inner peace, gratefulness, joy itself are the greatest invitation to me to be peaceful, grateful, or joyful. .life itself is an inviting miracle, that never can be understood by the mind. The more I understand, the less do I know. Yes it is gratefulness itself, I feel that is inviting. Have a good day everybody, everywhere 🌎
You have a fantastic day yourself Hermann-Josef:)
You too! Have a lovely day ! 🌻☮️
Thank you Antoinette. Thank you Michele. It is such a pleasure to have the possibility to communicate to all these wonderful beings of this group as you all are. Thanking you from Munich where we have a lot of snow at the moment ⛄️
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